Factory Boi



Factory Boi

Welcome to the Nine-to-Five
Hourly Daily, what a grind

300 b!tches, factory floor
Eyes fixed on you, soul through, bore
Machines a-sewin' - NOISY ROARRRRR!!!

Lunch time, car park, gettin' stoned
Locked inside your *"Safety Zone"
Angels' blarin' 'Face To Face'
Man...... "I Gotta - Get Outta This Place"

Factory Foreman, Mister Strodgenyk
New girls, Always had his pick
Black Porsche drivin', what a d*ck!

Ludi's Palace, Ostentatious
Opera House knock off, Goodness Gracious
Cool, calm collected, what a show
Called Compensating, pssssst...... "down low"

Ludi, had to face the facts
Damage done on 'Perfect Match'
What a package, (he) had the goods
Well, so he thought, his dazzling looks

Questions answered carefully
Based on PERSONALITY
hmphhh.... Stupid b!tch -
She NOT pick ME ???????

*EJ Holden
"locked inside your safety zone" -
From 'Mr Damage' by The Angels
The cassette came with the car

RIP "Doc" (Neeson)
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Submitted on August 20, 2014

Modified on March 05, 2023

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Quick analysis:

Scheme XX AAA XBCC DDD EEFF XXXX GGFG HBXX H
Closest metre Iambic tetrameter
Characters 897
Words 151
Stanzas 9
Stanza Lengths 2, 3, 4, 3, 4, 4, 4, 4, 1

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